Thursday, March 8, 2012

flying solo

i generally travel alone. ok maybe not travel but fly alone. i enjoy it. i can put my earphones in and no one bothers me. it is fantastic.

lately, especially my last couple of trips, i have been wanting a travel/ flying buddy perhaps even a significant other. extreme i know. BUT it is true.

what has prompted this change of heart?

answer -the fee now required to check luggage.

i don't check luggage. 30 dollars? no thank you. so i carry on naturally. however, carrying 2 extensively packed bags can be very exhausting and cumbersome especially when i need to go to the restroom. nowadays you can't leave your bags without someone thinking you are a terrorist AND asking people to watch your luggage is also ill advised according to the ever playing announcement. So what do i have to do? carry both bags and try and cram them into the bathroom with me. super annoying.

another reason is the off chance i get a middle seat. which happened this past trip. somehow i over looked signing up for a window seat. and got stuck with seat 26B right between eye mask lady in 26A and the guy in 26C that liked to take my leg space. if i had a traveling buddy, i would not be worried about falling asleep on them or taking up their space.

the middle seat thing isn't a critical issue and can generally be avoided. though the bathroom thing is serious.

which is why i would like a travel buddy-- so i can go to the bathroom unencumbered.

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

i come by it honestly

apparently (according to my mother, who may or may not exaggerate facts) i have always been that kid that runs away, hides, gets into things, climbs on top of refrigerators, or if using a euphemism...likes to explore. things haven't really changed. minus the whole refrigerator thing.

However, i believe i come by my gypsying honestly.

i get my passion for trying new things from my mom. or maybe even my grandma. who, while my papa was stationed different places in the army, went out and explored on her own. which nowadays doesn't seem like a big deal but was quite unusual back then. though my grandma would probably say it comes from the Native American in her family and then proceed to talk about my crazy great great grandfather...

though a crucial part of gypsying...the wheeling and dealing part....i get entirely from my dad.

my dad is..frugal to say the least.
he doesn't like paying more than he has to and always checks the receipt to make sure everything was rung up correctly. as a result. i am the same way. i hate paying for things (note: i don't steal things just try to avoid paying for things like oil changes), i love bartering for a good deal, and when i inevitably break something, try to fix it.

at an all you can eat breakfast in russia, i may have taken a few extra hard boiled eggs..and put them in my bag. people laughed. but guess who wasn't starving or exhausted when there was no time to stop? the crazy girl with the hard boiled eggs.

my older sister is the same way. her approach is different. she pretends to be helpless so people can just fix the problem for her. or turn off the light after she already in bed, or even managing to get water brought to her. shameless. but effective.

so. really. between my mom and my dad and my crazy great great native american grandpa. there was nothing to do but give in.

Tuesday, March 6, 2012

11:44 PM

I can't sleep. Why?

most likely it is because i am planning out my summer adventures in my mind.

do i have class tomorrow at 8:15? yes

did i spend more time on this blog than my homework for that class? maybe.

traveling is sort of a problem for me. i am addicted. i love moving. i love packing. i love not committing.

i love being a gypsy.